When I was little, I loved blank
notebooks. Okay, I still love pretty notebooks and journals,
especially the leather ones. This is the reason why I own a small
collection of notebooks (it is now small, because I am more fiscally
responsible, and I managed to actually, but reluctantly, give some of
them to my little one – I hope I am not turning her into a notebook
addict as well).
I love blank notebooks because they are
aesthetically pleasing. Who doesn't love the smell or a feel of a
soft leather covered journal?
But mainly, I love notebooks because of
the potential and promise they contain.
I love to write. So I see each blank
page as a new story, a new adventure, a new emotion, a new thought, a
new idea, that is just waiting to be pulled out of the ether, to
become something concrete.
Unfortunately, as much as I love to
write, my crappy time management skills, combined with my advance
procrastination skills, leaves me little time to actually put pen to
paper, or in this case, fingers to keyboard. And, I am not the kind
of person who likes to listen to the sound of my own voice, so
usually I do not write unless I feel like it is something that should
be shared. This leaves me very little to actually write about, and
thus the blog is so rarely updated.
So now, I hope those of you who read my
blog is willing to be patient with me. I am going to actually try to
write more, sometimes it may be thought provoking (I hope), sometimes
it may just be silly, sometimes I may just babble nonsensically (I
hope not), and though it will mainly be about life with a
kindergartener, maybe I will also just write about me.
I know I need the practice; I realize
just because I like to write, does not mean I am any good at it. It
is time to actually start filling and using those notebooks.
... and I am glad that I am not
obsessed with something more expensive... like cars...
picture courtesy of: Paul Preacher
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